Shards

I initially did say that I would not be including writing anymore, but I think this poem has an important message I would like to give to anyone (plus, it's an easy way for me to get back into the swing of blogging).
To those in distress: have heart, for the experience will make you stronger than ever.

I am glass

No.

WE are glass

Glass humans in a world of blasting irons

Impacts coming from different things

Shame

Fear

Hatred

Lust

Greed

Selfishness

Pride

Distrust

Loneliness

And more

These impacts rock our world

And shatter our little glass bodies

Our pathetic little glass bodies

Shatter

And they become

Shards

The greater the impact

The smaller the shards

Some are very large

Some are like dust

But we can’t afford

To lose any shard

We try to rebuild ourselves

Take each shard

No matter how big

No matter how small

And put them all back together

We try to reconstruct ourselves

So we don’t see that it isn’t enough

We don’t realize

We are too

Weak

Scared

Angry

Upset

To even try

Because the shards are shattered again

Yet we spend so much time picking them up

We don’t realize that

They are fixed

Into a mosaic

Glittering

Beautiful

Luminescent

Colorful

Miraculous

Constructed before we even knew we would be broken

Now we stand

Reconstructed

In a new life

Because we are filled with amazing love

From a sacrifice on the cross

We have been given the chance

To be come amazing

To become amazed

To be a masterpiece

From broken shards.